A trap. It had to be, the mages were all in on it; they had to be. He had watched the college from afar for a couple of days. Mages went in, mages went out. Some of them were even elves. Dunmer, Altmer or Bosmer it made no difference. They were all there that day, and when he stayed perfectly still he could still smell the burning flesh, the taste of blood… the sting of steel. They had branded him that day and all the other days and from then on he went by that name. Names were so important and you mustn’t forget the important things.
“The Pariah.” He reminded himself in nothing but a mere whisper as he crept through the heavy snows of Winterhold. “The outcast, a burden on the race of elves.”
He had approached in the dark like all assassin’s tried to, but The Pariah was ready for him. He had shot off three arrows and pinned him to the tree. When he started to scream The Pariah had put another arrow in his throat. The assassin had been noisy even before the screaming. When he had approached the corpse to loot his body he had found only a steel dagger, several coins and a letter addressed to “The Pariah.” He was a fool to think he could sneak into his camp with nothing but a letter to protect him.
I discovered several things about the Dominion we think you would enjoy to know. Come to the College at Winterhold. Please come at the soonest convenience.
It didn’t make sense. Why send an assassin with a letter? Perhaps he was an innocent, perhaps this was a failsafe. That would make sense, added security if their assassin failed to set up a perfect ambush so when the Pariah entered they would finish whatever they started. But what if it was the truth? What if he had just killed an innocent man? No, if he was innocent, then it was just another safety for him to be reeled into a trap. The Pariah then tossed the letter into a small fire but the mystery burned brighter in his head.
He had to be sure, so his journey brought him to this dismal place. He was invisible when he entered the college he and would lie in wait for the elven scum to show. He stayed perfectly still within the main hall, an arrow notched on his bow. He had to be sure.